Of course, seeing how drastically my life has changed from one Leap Day to the next made me start to wonder about the NEXT Leap Day.
On the next Leap Day:
- My children will be almost seven and three
- My son will be in first grade
- My daughter will be in preschool
- I may have gone back to work - at least part-time
- I will still be writing this blog, perhaps even regularly
- We will have made at least one trip to Disney (I hope)
- My husband and I will have had at least one "adults only" vacation
- Our house will be reorganized/decorated
- We will have replaced our hideous carpet
- The old jeep will be traded in for something else - something smaller? Larger?
- Both kids will be potty trained (God help me!)
Okay, that last one seems impossible to imagine but biology (and my pediatrician) assure me that it is so. I am struggling to fathom a life with two children who are not in diapers and are (somewhat) able to do things for themselves. Will I be glad of that? Or will I miss the tiny babies that they were? Will I be grateful to be able to go to the store or run other errands without having to pack a gigantic diaper bag? Or will I long for the smallish people who snuggled against my chest in the rocking chair at nap time? Just as four years ago, I could never have looked into the future and envisioned my life today in all it's messy loveliness, it remains to be seen. Until Leap Day anyway.